Brooklyn’s Le Sigh is basically a female-centric Web version of the old Factsheet Five zine, which was, during its late-1980s heyday, the greatest thing in the DIY universe. It’s free, it supports women in art, they’ll promote anything, and the art they prefer tends to be pretty awesome. This is their second comp album, loaded up with chick-punk things which, depending on your age, will either make you say, “Ehh, big deal, I remember X-Ray Spex,” or “Ehh, big deal, I remember The Waitresses,” or “Ehh, big deal, I remember Bikini Kill” or, more hopefully, “Geez, why haven’t these people taken over this millennium yet?” This stuff consists of a messy, lipstick-smeared hodgepodge of lo-fi no-wave punk ravings pulled from tapes (the cassette is making a comeback, which shows you how disgusted people have become with the Ke$ha era) and whatever else on which these disaffected, misused, glorious girls could afford to record. If forced to pick a favorite I can’t, but Fleabite’s “Missing Everyone” has shoegaze-worthy reverb on the vocal, and Slutever’s “Infinite Sadness” is like your craziest ex chasing you around with a purse full of bricks. Honorable mention: Alice’s “Communicate,” a hot twee mess in which the drummer loses the groove completely. Required listening for Generation Tinder. A+ — Eric W. Saeger